It was my third time at the doctor in a single week, and I had rattled off my name, birthday, and address so many times that I had started writing 1995 as the current year. Yet, the nurse caught me completely off guard when she asked, “And what is your religion?”
I must have looked like a heathen because she prompted, “You know, like, Christian?”
If I had a quicker brain, I would have replied, “Sorry, I was just trying to decide if I should say dispensational premillenialist or if I should keep it simple and tell you that I hold to a literal hermeutic.” Instead I said, “Oh…yeah…Christian.”
I don’t want to call this post a conclusion. To me, conclusion brings the idea of the end a story or the closing of a presentation. But this post is not a conclusion because our desire to live humbly should not end after we read this post; we should clothe ourselves in humility for the duration of our lives.
That being said, this series has lasted several weeks, and I think a summary is in order.
In case you didn’t know, I am not married, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I have never been on a date. If you need relationship advice, don’t come to me.
My friends sometimes ask if I want a boyfriend. While I wouldn’t be opposed to starting a relationship, I realize that singleness gives me the freedom to travel where I want, eat what I want, and study when I want. Ruth, the heroine of the Bible’s best-known love story, had a different view of personal freedom, however.
Moses was a very humble man, more humble than anyone else on the face of the earth.
Now that we have defined humility and examined the most perfect example of humility in Scripture, I think we should look at some other humble children of God, starting with Moses who “was a very humble man, more humble than anyone else on the face of the earth” (Numbers 12:3).
In mid-December, God threw a hard blow at my pride. Unintentionally, I found myself reading an acquaintance’s opinion of me, and the evaluation was less than stellar. Immediately, my competitive spirit became defensive, arguing, “well she obviously doesn’t really know me…”. After I cried a little and tried to mentally justify my every interaction with this individual, and I realized the heart of the issue. In my pride, I had not taken the time to really know her.
So I did what any good writer would do. I sat down with my laptop and admitted my conceit to the entire blogosphere–with good intentions, of course! For the next few weeks, I hope to share Biblical examples of humility with practical tips for demoting ourselves and elevating God (John 3:30).
When I was little, I loved any song with the word joy, mostly because my middle name is Joye (pronounced joy), and I liked the idea that people were singing about me.
One of the most common Christmas carols with the word joy is “Joy to the World” by Isaac Watts. Surprisingly, Watts’s inspiration was not Luke 2, the account of Jesus’ birth, but Psalm 98, a psalm that praises Christ for His imminent return. That’s right: one of our favorite “Christmas” songs is actually about Christ’s second coming.